Men often are valued high, when they are most wretched.

With such a pity men preserve alive Pheasants and quails, when they are no fat enough to be eaten.

He is the most wretched of men who has never felt adversity.

We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry

Things being at the worst, begin to mend; The bee when he hath shot his sting into your hand may then play with your eyelid.

I am a wretched sinner that is made righteous by a merciful God and Savior. His blood shed for me even as I sinfully do not deserve it. Oh how sweet a love Jesus Christ is.